The stories you tell,
flowing out of your beautifull mouth,
like the wind.
Those sweet little words,
mean nothing at all,
but your eyes,
they don't lie.
Why do you feel bad,
say something to me.
'cause when i look into your eyes.
And i cannot find the truth,
and i cannot see through you.
I'll keep wondering why,
you ever cried in your life.
But now it's too late,
we'll never speak again.
I still wonder why,
can you answer my question:
Why did you feel bad,
why didn't you say something to me.
'cause when i looked into your eyes.
And i couldn't find the truth,
and i couldn't see through you...